9 comments/ 64123 views/ 10 favorites A Night Out to Remember By: me885 We took the only seats left, two stools at the bar. That was fine by me. Given our rare night out without children we had rented a very nice hotel room nearby and were intent on a few cocktails to precede our evening of revelry. Bellying up to the bar would be just fine! In anticipation of our end of the evening festivities, she had worn a white lacy thong, my favorite, under her tight, just-above-the-knee length skirt which hugged her firm, round ass, and a pair of mid calf black boots. She knew that skirts and boots were a turn on for me. I loved caressing the bare leg of her knee, or the soft skin under her knee, as we chatted and drank. She looked luscious in a white sleeveless top which showed off her muscular, athletic arms and back, and a hint of make up to accentuate her blue eyes. My wife has highlighted brown hair, not reaching her shoulders, a perfect smile, and looks very good for any age, much less almost 40. I don't look bad myself, being thin and muscular with decent abs from a mixture of hard work and good genetics. Our room had a massive mirror mounted on the wall beside the bed which excited me as well. I love when she rides me and I can watch her fantastic ass going up and down on my cock. Whenever we get a night on the town away from our little ones it always ends in some fantastic love making, and I was already semi erect in anticipation. There was a couple in the seats beside us, early thirties looking, and very attractive. We struck up a conversation, and their names were Tiffany and Rob, and they were out on the town to celebrate their decision to "pull the goalie" so to speak, and next month to start seriously trying to have kids. They had decided to go out and party a bit first, in case she got pregnant right away and the partying had to stop. We started talking about how the sex life and life in general changes once you have little ones. We chatted about what we did for a living, etc. It turned out that Tiff was a yoga instructor, so she and Jess got along fine, as Jess is a yoga fanatic, and the two of them seemed to become instant friends. I had trouble listening to what Tiff was saying, however, because I kept thinking about her hot body. She appeared to have some Philippine or Hawaiian blood, with that dark complexion, big brown eyes, long black hair, and a body that would stop a truck. She also was wearing boots, knee high, and a gauzy loose blue dress that stopped mid thigh, occasionally affording me glimpses of more. Her legs were perfect and toned, and I was fixated on them! Each time she leaned forward to say something to my wife, who sat beside her, I caught a glimpse of small but round breasts peaking out of her dress as well. A long time ago, long before kids, Jess and I had discussed fooling around with another couple, and how it would turn us on to see each other with someone else, but it never materialized, and we never talked about it again. But whenever we met an attractive couple, it always lurked in the back of my mind, and I kept picturing myself dropping to my knees, lifting her skirt and burying my face into what I knew had to be a perfect pussy between those perfect thighs. This was not helping my slowly growing erection at all! I bought a round of Patron shots for the four of us and we continued to talk. They were both very nice and seemed very much on the same wavelength as us about life. One round of drinks seemed to follow another, and I could tell that my wife was getting tipsy. As with many women, when my wife becomes loosened up, she becomes "friendlier" and regularly ogles both women and men. This is definitely something I encourage, of course. At this point, I caught her a few times stealing glances at Tiff's breasts, which were peeking out quite frequently now from the front of her dress. And I knew Rob was her type, muscular and in shape like me, with shoulder length dark hair, blue eyes, and a slight goatee which, unlike mine, had no hints of grey. I allowed myself to think that perhaps this would be the night!! After a few rounds, we all decided to go to another place, maybe somewhere with music or dancing, and left together. Jess and Tiff walked ahead of us, and Rob and I followed behind. He and I discussed snowboarding, but I caught him checking out the way Jess's skirt clung to her round ass, and my cock twinged further. Maybe he was thinking the same thing as me! The girls drug us into a club with dance music rolling out of the open doors, and we quickly found a table in the corner, one of those tall round tables with bar stools. The ladies sat beside each other, with Rob and I on each side of them. We had already ordered another round when Rob said: "Hey guys. Has anyone else noticed that the girls seem to be dancing with girls here, and the guys with guys." Being preoccupied with visions of my hot wife and Jess naked and rolling on our bed, I hadn't really looked around much. Rob was right, there did not seem to be any opposite sex couples here. "I think we've wandered into a gay bar!" "Doesn't bother me." My wife was quick to quip. "I like women too." She looked at Jess, who giggled and replied: "Me too!". With that, my wife leaned forward, and the two ladies shared a long passionate kiss. Now I was no longer "semi-erect", I was hard as a rock, trying to hide it under the table. After breaking off their kiss, Jess turned to Rob and asked point blank. "What about you? Have you ever thought about men?" Rob turned bright red, and began stammering something about it not being something he's thought about when Tiff broke in, "Yes! He and I talk about it, and have both fantasized about it. He's never been, but he wants to!" Now Rob was beet red, and didn't know what to say. Jess reached under the table and grabbed my hard-on before saying: "So has Jay. The thought of Jay and another guy rubbing cocks turns me on big time!" Now I admit, I have thought about it. I'm not turned on by the thought of being with a guy alone, but maybe another man and my wife or a group scene, where cocks end up rubbing together over a hot and naked woman or two does indeed turn me on. I was afraid to make eye contact with Rob at this moment however, I think we were both embarrassed about this revelation. "Have you guys ever fooled around with another couple?" Tiff asked. "No, but we've talked about it." Jess replied. Rob and I stood silent, both of us perhaps in disbelief about what was happening. "We haven't either, but have talked about it as well. Would either of you be jealous?" Tiff said. "I don't know. There's only one way to find out!" With that, Jess walked around Tiff and up to Rob, leaned up and kissed him long and hard, pressing her body against him. I watched his hands reach down and grab her ass, pulling her into him, and felt no jealousy, only tightness in my jeans. She broke off the kiss and looked at me and then Tiff with a wicked grin, "any jealousy?" I shook my head, still speechless. Tiff replied only with a "my turn", and turned to me. I got off my stool and walked to where she was sitting. As we leaned in to kiss, she put both arms around my neck and pulled me in, and I placed my hand on her bare thigh, and let my fingers brush lightly the smooth skin of her leg, using all the control that I had not to allow my hand to wander further. We kissed, tongues probing lightly, and she pressed the outside of her leg against my raging hard on. I briefly allowed my other hand to cup the edge of her ass cheek lightly. If felt fantastic through the light material of her skirt, I couldn't wait to feel the actual flesh! Our kiss was interrupted by the arrival of our drinks. I reluctantly released her and sat back down. She moved to the stool beside me to allow Jess to sit beside Rob. Our sheepish grins preceded a "cheers" and silence as we all took rather long drinks from our Margs. No one spoke, or knew how to proceed. I broke the ice: "So. No one felt any jealousy?" "Honestly, I know this sounds weird, but when I saw your hand on Tiff's ass, it kind of turned me on!" Rob said. I looked at Jess for her response. "The only reason I was jealous was because I wanted to be the one kissing her and feeling up her ass!" "Are we really going to do this?" Rob asked. Jess looked at me and I shrugged and said: "I'm game if you are." "If anyone is uncomfortable at anytime we can just stop." Tiff said. We all looked at each other in silence again. Tiff continued, "Is everyone sure there was no jealousy?" "Let's test it one more time!" Tiff had a devilish grin. She stood up and pulled me from my chair. We kissed again, this time I allowed my hand to move up and under the back of her skirt, cupping one glorious cheek. She was evidently wearing a thong, given that I felt nothing but deliciously smooth skin. She pressed herself against my raging erection for a moment, then moved away just enough to allow her hand to slide down the front of my jeans and grab my cock. She gripped the head and squeezed lightly. It was only the fact that we were in a public place that kept me from dropping my pants right there! We held that position for a few seconds before she released me and returned to her seat, placing her hand in my lap however. "Any reaction?" She turned to Rob and Jess. "Judging by the hardness of Rob's cock, I'd say yes but not a bad one!" Said Jess. I then noticed her hand resting on Robs' lap, with a napkin draped across it, hiding whatever it was she was stroking though his jeans. "I think we need to go NOW!" I threw down some money to cover our drinks, and we practically dashed out of the club. As soon as we entered our room, Jess was all over Tiffany, pressing herself against her and probing her mouth with her tongue. After quickly closing the door, I walked up behind Tiff and began lifting her light dress up, and as she raised her arms Jess and I lifted it up and over her head. She was wearing a delicate black thong which split her perfect ass, and a matching black bra. Her ass was as nice as I imagined, with a faint tan line from her bikini. I allowed my hands to run up and down the sides of her smooth skin and then to caress the cheeks. Engrossed as she was with her exploration of my wife's mouth and body, she didn't seem to notice. Rob was in the process of eagerly unzipping Jess's skirt from behind. Tiff pulled Jess's shirt up and over her head as Rob shimmied her out of her skirt, leaning over to allow his tongue to slowly slide down between her ass cheeks. She bent slightly, pushing back, obviously enjoying the feel of his tongue. She then returned her attentions to Tiff. Jess is VERY bi when drunk, and the presence of men was secondary to her need to see and touch Tiff's body. Driven by this lust for breasts, the girls ripped their bras off each other, and Jess led Tiff up and onto the bed. As Rob and I stood transfixed, she pushed Tiff down and then lay upon her, kissing her passionately while her hands explored Tiff's body. She began to lick and suck Tiff's round breasts, which were small but firm with long nipples. Her hands squeezed first Tiff's and then her own breasts, and then she pressed the breasts together, reveling in the feeling of skin on skin. Her hands remained on Tiff's breasts, lightly pinching the nipples, as her mouth began heading elsewhere. Tiff closed her eyes and moaned as Jess began to kiss her way down Tiff's stomach, slowly working her way down. She then pulled Tiff's thong off, and began to run her tongue round her hairless pussy. I had never felt a hairless pussy before, and was intrigued, wanting nothing more than to jump in and take a lick, but I decided to simply enjoy the show, allow the women their time together, and simply enjoy the sight of two beautiful women, the contrast of Jess's golden tan against Tiff's mahogany skin, those long dark legs wrapped around Jess's head, her own ass up in the air begging to be touched. Tiff placed both her hands on Jess's head, closed her eyes and moaned as Jess's hands pushed her legs further apart, and her tongue became more active. As her back arched in pleasure, her jiggled and bounced invitingly, and I could not hold back any longer. As Jess continued to probe Tiff's womanhood, Rob and I climbed on to the bed on either side of Tiff, and each placed our mouths on her breasts. Tiff was now moaning and squirming in delight as three mouths explored her body, quickly accompanied by six hands. I pinched her nipple of her breast with one hand while running the other up the underside of her thigh. Rob was kissing her mouth while both hands squeezed and stroked her other breast. I clasped my teeth lightly on her left nipple, cupping the underside of the breast with my hand, still running the fingers of my other hand across the smooth skin along the underside of her thigh. She was moaning loudly, almost gasping. I looked down and saw Jess flicking her clitoris with her tongue, both hands under Tiff's ass, lifting it up to allow her better access. Tiff's back again arched, and her body began convulsing. I continued my ministrations on her breasts, as did Rob as she clenched her legs around Jess's head, cumming in a long and loud moan. After she caught her breath, she whimpered, "Jess's turn." And began pulling Jess back up onto her. Rob moved behind Jess and immediately buried his face in her ass, pulling her thong to the side licking her from behind, both hands on her cheeks , squeezing and then spreading them. It was a surprising turn on for me to see another man's face buried in my wife's ass, assuming one of my favorite positions! Jess's ass is amazing, and it was obvious that Rob thought likewise. Tiff spun herself around underneath Jess, so that she could lick Jess while Rob probed her ass with his tongue. Jess was now wriggling her ass and squealing in delight as two tongues fought over her. I reached under her and began to caress both breasts and pinch her nipples, which I know she loves, and she moaned and rested on her elbows, allowing three people to pleasure her. I ran my hands up and down her back, then back down to her breasts, trying to maximize her pleasure. Tiff's hands were up and around Jess's ass, pulling the cheeks apart, giving Rob access. He now had a finger or two in her pussy while he licked her ass, and Tiff continued to lick her clitoris. "I don't want to cum yet!" She exclaimed after about 5 minutes of our attentions, and pulled herself from their wandering tongues. She brought herself to her knees in front of me as I stood to the side of the bed, and began undoing my jeans. "Jay's turn!" she said. Tiff climbed over to get behind me and started lifting my t-shirt over my head. As stepped out of my jeans, Jess grabbed my rigid cock and began stroking it. Tiff now pressed her breasts against my naked back and caressed my ass with one hand while reaching around with the other to fondle my balls. I was in heaven, allowing these two beautiful women to have their way with me, running their hands up and down my body. Tiff's hand moved from my balls to run over my hard abs, and then up to my nipples, pinching them lightly. She then said, "Rob, are you going to help?" Rob stood there watching, still fully dressed as my wife beckoned him over with the hand that was not stroking my erection. As he got closer, she grabbed his hand and pulled him in, and then took his hand and placed it on my cock. He squeezed gently, unsure of what to do. It felt like a hand to me, which is to say any hand other than my own feels fantastic on my cock. Tiff reached around and put her hand around his and began moving it as my wife released my cock to undo his jeans and pull them down. She pulled his shirt up over his head as well. He had a thin, muscular body like mine, and a nice cock that was neatly trimmed. She grabbed his cock and pulled it closer to mine. He released my cock, and she grabbed both and began rubbing them together. Tiff squealed and moved around to the side so that she could see better. Rob and I where now standing facing each other, with the girls facing each other one each side of us. Jess was rubbing our precum up and down the shafts and then rubbing the shafts together. His cock felt hot and slick on mine, and it was quite a turn on. Tiff stood and kissed Rob long and hard, whispering , "This is so fucking hot!" in his ear before releasing him. I had my hand on Tiff's ass, rubbing and squeezing it. With my other hand I was fondling my wife's right breast. Her nipples were incredibly erect, as turned on as she could be. I turned slightly so that she could rub my cock on her breast, and Rob did the same, and she began rubbing both cocks on her breasts and against each other. Again, I was turned on by the sight of another man's cock against my wife's breast, the site of her obviously enjoying feeling two hard cocks in her hands and on her body. She began sucking me and then him, alternating between our cocks, occasionally rubbing the saliva covered heads together before returning her mouth to one or the other. I do not think I had ever been so turned on in my life. Tiff was standing behind me, her head between Rob and I, watching Jess suck and lick, rubbing both Rob's and my asses. Finally Rob decided he wanted to return the favor, and dropped to his knees and pushed his way between Jess's legs. She spread herself for him, and his hand ran up and down her thighs as he licked the small swath of hair she kept trimmed very short. She laid down along the side of the bed, one hand pulling Rob's head back between her legs, his body following, the other pulling my cock back to her mouth. I stood close to the bed and bent over her head, dangling my cock over her face so that she could keep licking the underside of my cock. While she continued to squeeze the base and run her tongue up and down the shaft, I felt two hands on my ass. I had forgotten about Tiff! She was on her knees behind me, spreading my cheeks with her hands. I felt her breath on my ass, quickly followed by her warm tongue spreading saliva up and down my crack before beginning to lick my ass. While two tongues coated my ass and cock, I watched Rob's hands squeezing Jess's breasts. He began kissing his way up her body to suck and lick her breasts. She was moaning and moaning, her hand that was not around the base of my cock now pulling at Rob's hair. She pulled him up further, releasing my cock from her mouth and pulling him to her lips. Both of their mouths were now mere inches from my wet, twitching cock. She pulled my cock back to her mouth as she released him, practically sliding my cock between their mouths. He hesitated a moment, but with the hand she still had around his head she pulled him back and brought his lips to my cock. He allowed his tongue to lick the underside of my cock. "Tiff, watch!" She moaned around the tip of my cock. Tiff removed her tongue from my ass to watch, but her finger replaced it, circling before sliding in. I had never in my life imagined (ok, maybe I had, but not accurately) what it would feel like to have a beautiful woman fingering my ass while her hot husband and my amazing wife licked my cock. I could not have been any harder. Tentative at first, Rob began to lick and eventually put the head in his mouth and began sucking. Jess slid her way down his body so that he was now straddling her chest, and he began thrusting his cock between her breasts as she licked the head whenever it came close. With the hand not supporting himself he began to fondle my balls and then stroke the base of the shaft while his mouth never left the tip. Tiff's face was mere inches away, staring with a gleam in her eye. The hand not playing with my ass was furiously fingering herself. It was too much. The ass, the tongue, the site of Rob's thick cock between my wife's breast, I was close to the edge! A Night Out To Remember A night out with Liz and Sue I had known Sue for almost five years but had known Liz for a lot longer. We had met while she was still at school although I was four years older we still became good friends. After she left school I helped her with her college work and more importantly when she needed advice about boys and later girls. I helped her pass through that difficult stage when she was just discovering her sexuality. She soon became aware that although she liked boys she liked girls a whole lot more. It was difficult because we lived in a small country town and everyone knew everyone else. She even lived with me for 6 months while she was trying to get a job. As she became more confident about her sexuality I started going with her to the big town 20 miles away where my parents still lived. We would go for a few drinks in the town centre bars and she would beg me to take her to one of the few gay bars. I went but would just sit back quietly drinking my beer while she would dance and chat with the people who were there. Sometimes a guy would come over and ask me to dance or offer me a beer but I would just politely refuse and say "sorry I'm straight, I'm here with my friend." Most of the guys would apologize for bothering me and some would sit and chat for a while before going to look for someone else. I enjoyed the gay scene as everyone was friendly and there were never any problems. It was in one of these bar where Liz met Sue and they hit it off straight away. They were like chalk and cheese, Liz is tall and well built with beautiful 36C tits and full hips. Sue was a lot shorter and slimmer with pert but small 34B tits. That was five years ago next Saturday and they were planning a big anniversary party. During the last five years Liz had got a very good job in a big city about 60 miles away and Sue moved down with her and had found a job nursing in the local hospital. I had kept my old engineering job but had promised to go down and celebrate with them even promising I would be there whatever it took to do it. Typically on Saturday morning, I had to work on a rush job that took longer to do than it should so had to ride down on the afternoon. I had been riding my motorbikes since I left school and now had a big fast bike so the 60 miles was no problem. No problem turned out to be "famous last words", I had barely got half way before it started to rain, one of those summer storms that last half an hour but dump enough water to swim in and I didn't bring my waterproofs. Then the ignition started to break down on the bike and by the time I had got the bike running again I was soaked. I finally got to Liz and Sue's house a little after five and the party was supposed to start at seven. I opened my bag to get my party clothes out and to my horror found they were soaked too. Even worse everything was stained with mud and oil off the road. The only thing that wasn't wet was an old pair of shorts I had intended to use to sleep in. Liz had planned to go to a gay nightclub after meeting her friends in the gay bar but it was a slightly up-market place and had a dress code on a Saturday and an old pair of oily jeans just weren't good enough. I said I would stay at her house while she went out with her friends but she wouldn't go out without her best and oldest friend with her. I wasn't going to let her stay in on her and Sue's fifth anniversary so there had to be a way for me to go with them. My clothes were ruined and I needed to be reasonably well dressed to get in the nightclub. I said I didn't want to spoil her night out and would do anything to help. These were foolish words to say to Liz who had a sense of humour with a wicked edge to it. We already knew she could fit many of my clothes because she had borrowed most of them when she lived with me. A pair of jeans was no good as the dress code didn't allow them so we needed a decent pair of pants that didn't look too feminine. The same went for T-shirts, a nice shirt looking blouse would be ok. We looked in her wardrobe and found nothing. There were lots of very feminine dresses and skirts, a few frilly blouses and little tops but nothing that could be mistaken for anything other than women's clothing. Sue's clothes were the same mixture of delicate girly tops and skirts. I was starting to lose interest in the whole idea when Liz obviously came up with a plan. "If you don't mind wearing some of my clothes to go out then you shouldn't mind wearing any of my clothes." She said in a questioning tone. "Well, I don't know, what do you have in mind?" I asked slightly confused by this sudden change in direction. "You know I love you and would do anything for you." she said and now I was starting to worry about what she was thinking. She didn't normally begin by saying that unless she was going to ask me to do something she knew I wouldn't like. "Well you know we will go to the club and there are lots of weird people there so you wouldn't look unusual or strange. So I was thinking you could dress up and make it a kind of fancy dress party." I still wasn't sure what she meant but the alarm bells were starting to ring. "You know we are about the same size and almost everything in my wardrobe would fit you. With a bit of make up we could go as a drag queen or something." Now I was worried because I had already agreed to try on her clothes if there was any that was suitable and she had just made everything suitable. No matter how hard I tried to back out the two girls wouldn't let me. "Come on, I would do it for you." Liz said in that tone that suggested I would have to find a really good excuse to get out of it. I didn't want to spoil their evening so I finally agreed. First I had to get a shower and shave as I didn't what to look like a butch dyke as the girls put it. Liz said that while I got my shower they would find some suitable clothes. Then after I got dressed they would then finish with a little bit of make up. It all sounded so simple and painless but I was still not happy about being dressed as a woman in public. The shower felt good after the long afternoon spent getting here and shaving my legs wasn't much more difficult than shaving my face. I didn't have that much other body hair but the girls insisted I shaved it too. The feeling of being completely hairless was a little exciting and now that I had started the rest of the plan didn't seem so bad. The two girls had laid out a range of clothes for me to try. They decided that black was just too cliché and same went for white so it was a choice between the pink or pastel blue underwear. I liked the blue lace bra and panties set as the panties looked more comfortable than the pink thong and half-cup bra. The panties were more snug than I expected and when I tucked my cock between my legs and pulled them up, I found they held my cock in place, perfectly. The lacy front meant you could see my pubes but nothing else. The bra fitted nicely around my chest but because it was Liz's there was a lot of space in the cups I couldn't fill. Then Sue surprised me by giving me a pair of false tits. "I like to pretend mine the same the size as hers when we go clubbing." She explained. Now the bra fitted perfect and the little panties hugged my ass very tightly. Next, came the stockings which were holdup style and flesh coloured with a nice lacy edge around the top. Standing there in just the bra, panties and stockings made me feel quite sexy but not ready to go out. They did my makeup with just a little eye shadow and mascara around my eyes, a bit of blusher on my cheeks and deep red lipstick. They even painted my nails a bright red before they took me out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. The skirts they had picked out were in various shades of red, blue or yellow. Each one was short and tight fitting and after seeing Liz wearing them I knew they left little to the imagination. I wasn't sure I had the right figure to wear anything that short or tight. Liz then showed me a pale blue skirt that was cut at an angle so that it was longer on the right than the left that would swing and flow as I walked but Liz warned me that it was quite light and could blow up if I wasn't careful. I picked that skirt as it looked easier to walk in even though it showed most of my legs and barely covered the top of my stocking that my left leg was wrapped in. I now needed a top to match the skirt and Sue said she had the perfect thing. The skirt had a very tight matching camisole top which was difficult for me to put on over the suddenly larger chest the bra and fake boobs gave me. It wasn't a very warm night so they gave me a short white silk jacket that only just reached the top of the skirt. Looking down over the top of my tits I could see my feet and nothing much in between without leaning forward. They seemed happy with my choices although they wouldn't let me see myself in a mirror until they had finished the transformation. I was shown to a chair for my makeup and again Sue surprised me by bringing out a long brown wig. "Sometimes we go out as twins." She explained to my unvoiced question. "Oh, yes lets do that." Squealed, Liz in delight. "We can all go dressed nearly the same as each other and see what everyone says. We'll look like triplets." "I'll go in the red skirt and you can go in the white one." Sue said in the same girlish voice. I hadn't heard them this excited for months and I didn't feel as bad as I stood there in a pale blue skirt, camisole, short white jacket, stockings and blue bra and panties set. They reappeared a few minutes later and they did look like sisters in their red and white skirts and matching tight tops, it didn't occur to me that might look the same as them. Liz found me a pair of not too high heeled shoes that "shouldn't hurt my feet too much" or so she said. They did their makeup and we were ready to go. "Wait a minute I haven't seen myself yet, I want to know how bad I look." I had expected to look like someone out with friends in fancy dress but when I saw myself the impression I got was very different. I didn't want to look like a drag queen but the beautiful woman that stood in the mirror where I should have been was a real shock. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea because as a man in fancy dress nobody would chat me up but dressed like this I might try to chat myself up if it wasn't me. I was confused I just didn't expect to look this good. Liz and Sue dragged me out and hailed a taxi before I could think too much about what I was doing. I was in a straight bar having my first stiff drink before I realised I looked like one of three girls. All of us were getting looks off the guys in the bar but fortunately Liz finished her drink quickly and wanted to go to the next bar. Four bars later and we finally arrived at the gay bar where we were meeting Liz and Sue's friends. I knew many of them as I had met most of them a few times over the last five years but none of them recognised me dressed like this. Liz introduced me as Jane a friend from school that was down from the old hometown for the night. So far the night had been a blur and now that we finally slowed down I could start to get my wits back. I was dressed as a beautiful woman in a gay bar miles from where I lived and everyone here seemed to think I was a school friend of Liz, a female friend of hers. I then found my first unexpected problem when one of her pretty but very gay friends asked if I wanted to dance. Should I say I am gay or straight? When I was a man there was no problem because only the gay guys would hit on me but now I might get hit on by the lesbians or the various straight guys that always seemed to be there. I decided to be the opposite of whatever they were and try to everyone happy but at a distance. My plan was working up until I met Garry. He had come with one of Liz's friends but had come late because he lived a short distance from the city in one of the small villages nearby. We were introduced by his sister who had been friends with Liz for years. I knew she was a lesbian so I had already told her that I wasn't gay to keep her from hitting on me but she now told her brother that I was straight. He was nice looking and a little taller than me but he just chatted about simple things and never seemed to be trying to anything more. I had stopped drinking the hard stuff in favour of beer but only in half pint glasses and even then only very slowly, taking little sips instead of big mouthfuls. I was starting to like the handsome young man with his quick wit and pleasant conversation. It was soon time to go to the nightclub and so we all gathered our things and for the first time I headed to the "little girl's room" with all the other women. Liz and Sue rushed over to me and whispered, "We saw you talking with Garry and you were flirting with him!" I probably blushed but still denied everything. They giggled and said "of course you weren't" in a tone that said "yes you were." We got into the nightclub without any problems and Garry even paid for me. I found myself sitting in a quiet area of the club with Garry while everyone else went to dance. When he asked me to dance, I said yes without thinking, although, I may have thought it was a mistake if I had allowed myself to think too much at this point. We danced for awhile and I found myself enjoying being treated like a girl but it still felt a little strange when I looked up and saw a guy instead of a girl as my dance partner. I could feel the dress move over my legs as I slowly danced to the music. I even started to admit to myself that it felt really good to feel so many things moving with me, my dress swished around my legs, the camisole was very tight but I could still feel the false boobs moving underneath it. I could feel the long hair of the wig swirling around my shoulders and the dangly earrings which Sue had insisted I wear, moved with the music. I can't remember what music was playing but I do remember looking at his feet most of the time as I thought that was the proper thing to do for a girl and only very occasionally looking up at his body. Each time I caught myself looking at his strong legs or broad chest I would remind myself that he thought I was a girl and lower my gaze back to his feet. As we danced I found that I had to remind myself more often and even sometimes I caught myself looking at the bulge in his pants. What was I doing and what was I thinking looking at a man like that. I couldn't believe I was standing there dressed as a girl dancing with a man and looking at his crotch. How did this evening get so out of hand? Then the music changed from the fast dance music that was popular in the clubs and bars to a slower romantic ballad style. I thought that it was time to go back to our drinks and chat some more but Garry simply took my hand and pulled me close to his chest. I surprised myself by not resisting and suddenly found myself pressed gently to his warm strong body. As we danced I became more comfortable with the situation and even started to enjoy it As we swayed to the music he moved a little closer and I even leaned towards him and it was then I felt something I definitely did not expect to feel pressing against my belly. It was his cock and although it was soft it still felt a lot bigger than I thought it would feel. I realised that I had actually thought about how big his cock was when I had looked at his crotch earlier and how it would feel pressed against me. I tried to pull away slightly but found I didn't want to. I liked the feel of this man's body and wanted to stay there for a little longer. I felt warm and safe even though I knew he thought I was someone else or at least something other than a man dressed in a pale blue dress and lace panties. The song changed and in that moment as one finished and next began, he lowered his head and I looked up and our lips met. It was a tentative kiss at first but when I didn't pull away the kiss became more romantic and then passionate. I didn't want it to begin and had been dreading the awkward moment when he would try but that was before the slow dance and now I didn't want it to end. We kissed for what seemed like forever but it was only a few moments. The kiss had a strange effect on me and I seemed to melt in his arms, the effect on him was probably predictable but it still took my breath away. I felt his cock start to grow in his pants and push more against my panty covered skin just above where my cock was being held captive between my legs. I was very conscious of the slow movements as his cock began to wake from its slumber. Each heartbeat made it harden a little more, my heartbeat increased with each little twitch of that long piece of flesh I had not seen but was getting to know better as it continued to press against me. I was getting excited at the idea that I had made him excited and that his excitement was sexual as well. I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and the hairs on my arms had they still been there would have stood on end. I'm sure I was blushing and I was definitely feeling a bit warm as the bulge kept getting bigger. A question popped into my head, "could I actually fancy this guy, did I find him attractive? What would I do if he wanted to take this further as his cock told me he was thinking of doing?" it was now hard and pressed against leaving little doubt that the kiss had given him the desire to go further than the goodnight peck I had been willing to give just a few minutes earlier. Now I was actually thinking about a much longer kiss that I hoped would be just moments away but once again the music changed back to the faster dance stuff they had played earlier and we decided to sit back down. I guess from Liz's expression that see had seen me on the dance floor and was shocked at my behaviour but I didn't care as it was her fault I was dressed like this but as I turned the corner of the bar I saw myself in one of the many mirrors that covered the walls. My dress and camisole were almost transparent in the UV lights that had been switched on during the slow music. My bra and panties were clearly visible through the dress luckily the bra and panties were not effected by the lights and remained opaque despite being almost nothing but lace. My figure looked even better than before, my tits and my ass were fantastic and I did look very sexy. Suddenly I felt so sexy and desirable that Garry would be a lucky man if he could have me but if he asked, I would have done whatever he wanted. I was so horny that I wanted to see that bulge instead of feeling it through his pants and touch it with my hands not just have it pressed against my stomach. He said he was going to the toilet and I sat down next to the girls and I took a sip of my drink before being dragged off to the ladies by Liz and Sue. "What are you doing?" asked Liz with a smile, "I think you more than fancy him. I think you want to find a quiet place to...." She left the last few words hang in the air without saying them and she was right, I did. "I thought you were straight." Sue added to an already confused situation. "And I thought he was straight too." "Yes I know, this is going to be a disaster no matter how I do it." I moaned as the reality of it all come rushing back to me. I looked into the mirror on the wall and saw a beautiful young woman with firm breasts and a tight waist but below that I knew was a cock that wasn't going to disappear for a few hours and make everything easier. Even as I thought this I was still remembering the feel of his cock and I even tried to picture the size and shape of it. The harder I tried not to think about it the worse it got. We left the toilets and went to sit back in our seats just as Garry came back from the bar with fresh drinks. Instead of sitting opposite me as he had been before, he sat next to me. He gave everyone their drinks and handed mine to me with a smile that had me blushing again. As we chatted I felt his hand brush my leg a few times before it settled just above my knee. Garry was sitting on my left and the skirt had slid up and was an inch or two above where his hand was. He moved in his seat to face me a little more and as he did his hand moved more than the two inches to the hem of my dress. The feel of his hand moving over the stockings was electric and when it reached the bare skin above the lace trim at the top I almost forgot what he would find in place of the cunt he was expecting to find. I almost didn't stop his hand in time but finally put my hand on his before it was too late and said, "Not here." I knew I should have something like NO, stop it, don't do that or something more definite and less vague than not here but that's what came out of my mouth. A Night Out to Remember I was looking across at her. I knew she was giving me that look. Me and my parents and younger sister were in Spain to celebrate my eighteenth. We'd been invited out tonight by the couple just down the corridor in our block of apartment. Etta and Simon Brody were there names. Etta was dressed in a smart lime green dress which clung to her figure. She must have been in her late thirties but it didn't show. "Anyway, me and Simon love it here in Spain. It's just fantastic. Sun, sea and....," Etta giggled. "Hey less of that - there's kids round," Simon mockingly admonished her. I got up to go to the toilet, over at the other side of the bar. I got distracted by one of the locals for a few minutes on the way. He was asking whether I like eggs and chips because I was "English".. Then I finally reached the toilet itself. When I opened the door, it was empty. I walked into one of the cubicles and undid my flies. I had just pulled my dick out from my trouser when I felt a hand reach round my front from behind to take hold of it. "Guess who?" I was already growing increasingly hard against the mystery girls hand. I turned round. Standing there was Etta. "E-Etta...er...what....what are you after?" She didn't even answer, pushing me down onto the toilet seat, while searching the inside of my mouth with her tongue. I pushed her short dress up to her wais and was surprised to find that she was wearing no underwear. She moved slowly, spreading her thighs wide and sliding herself down, so that my rock hard cock slid fully up her. "Oh fuck....," I groaned, trying to keep my noises to a minimum in case anyone walked in. Etta's face was twisted in a fierce grimace as she vigorously drove herself up and down in my lap. I brushed aside her long, brown hair to kiss her neck as she leaned into my shoulder. "W-Why did you surprise me like that?" "I've been gagging for a fuck since we got off the plane," Etta gasped as she continued to grind her hips against me. "Aaargh!" she cried out as, at the same time I felt a flood of wetness soaking my balls. She leaned into me for a few seconds, resting her head on my shoulder, breathing deeply. "Did you cum?" she whispered "No...no..not yet." She slowly stood up on unsteady legs and I stood up with her. Then she knelt in front of me, unfastening the waistband of my trousers, and pulling them down together with my boxers. She held my erection in her fist and leaned her head towards it. I'd never even had this before. I felt her soft lips wrapping round my shaft, the moistness of her tongue flicking it while it was held in her mouth. She reached behind me with one hand and pushed firmly, which I took as a sign of encouragement to start thrusting my hips. Within seconds I was vigorously face fucking her, holding my hand round the back of her head and shoving my hips forward at the same time as pushing her towards me. Her eyes were watering as I pushed my cock fully down her throat, until my balls were pressed against her lips with each thrust. "Ah.....ah....AAAARGH!" I screwed my face up as what had started as a numb tingling in my balls, rippled through my shaft and culminated in a spasmodic shuddering of my hips as I felt myself squirting inside her mouth. She gagged several times, releasing dribbles of my cum down the front of her dress. Then I felt the pounding in my swollen prick subside. She stood up, her chin glistening with the shinyness of my spunk running down it. "We....we'd better get cleaned up before going back out there," I moaned. Etta smiled, ripping a couple of squares of toilet paper from the dispenser next to me and wiping her mouth while I pulled my rousers back up and fastened the buttons. We walked out of the cubicle, me a small distance behind Etta, in order to avoid arousing any suspicions. When I reached the table and sat down, I could just hear Simon asking her, "Say babe what's that mark on your front? Looks like soap or something." I smiled inwardly.